Crazy Holiday Experiences

[krevedko]

We all like to travel, to see new things, etc. But When you get into a new culture, surroundings, etc, there is a possibility of either doing something silly and inapropriate or doing something silly and inappropriate :becky:

So let's share our experiences. This thread will give you a chance to show other forum members what a fool in fact you are :becky::becky:

I shall start first :becky:

[Hoopy]

I went to Moscow and met a total nutter, she was trying to iceskate when there was no ice :eek:

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[krevedko]

I arrived in Barcelona on a hot August day.
I took an underground train to get to my hotel. I had to change lines, which I did. After I changed, I got totally confused looking at the blinking lights opposite the names of the stations. I was trying to figure out whether they were reducing or increasing. Finally I came to the conclusion I was moving in the opposite direction and got out of the train, Unlike Moscow underground where all you need to do to change a train to go back is to cross the platform, in Barcelona you get out of a train, go up a flight of stairs (no elevators) wih your suitcase. Cross a street, go down into the station, pay again, get onto a train. I did that and in the second train I finally recognised how those lights worked. I was totally right about the direction... when I was in the first train :becky:
So on the next station I got out, up the stairs, across the street, down the stairs, pay, train :becky:

Finally I arrived to my station and found my hotel. I went into my hotel room, showered, put my belongings into closets, and then decided to go to a balcony for a smoke (yeah, I know, disgusting habbit, and that time in Barcelona made me realize it even more acutely). The balcony had a sliding door with a latch. I took my ciggies, lighter and a cell phone(!!), stepped into the balcony and heard an ominous "CLICK". I checked the door, it was locked.

Before going totally berserk and hysterical I lit my cigarette and tried to be calm. Ok, what do we have here. I'm on a balcony of a hotel, situated in the residential area of Barcelona. No wandering tourists nearby, nobody in the street or on any balconies whatsoever. 7th floor. Escape is not feasible. My spanish is limited to "Una cevesa por favor".

I hopefully looked at the ashtray, as sometimes they have the name of a hotel and contact details -- no luck.

I ended up calling to my colleague in Moscow (it was already out of hours, but thanks god, only maniacs work in Sun Russia, so there's normally lots of ppl in the office even ater 6 pm). I asked her to look up my hotel in Internet and call its reception. So a girl from Moscow called a hotel desk in Barcelona to inform them of a pretty unhappy and miserable client, and thus I was saved :becky::becky:

[elane-ellie]

Okay.. my crasiest holiday experience should be soon.... this March.. in Moscow.. I am going to meet Di and spend day or two together.. :becky:

[elane-ellie]

We are sitting in the first rank... waiting for No2 Story :conference:

[Hoopy]

Okay.. my crasiest holiday experience should be soon.... this March.. in Moscow.. I am going to meet Di and spend day or two together.. :becky:And I'll have the video guys, who's first bid?

[IamKeenan]

Mine is not as good as Di's but at the moment this happened you can understand my feeling of fright.

We went to the 1976 Olympic Games in Montreal Canada and I had to pee really bad just as we arrived so I ran around looking for a bathroom and finally saw one but upon entering I noticed women in there:eek: So I ran out embarrassed and into the other side of the bathroom and AGAIN I see women. Well by this time I really got to go so I asked someone and they laughed and said they are using UNISEX bathrooms as a experiment to see how well they work out:lol: I don't think they would work then or now!

[IamKeenan]

Di sometime when the time is right I wish you would tell the story again about your grandfather and his photos hanging on the back of the door. I told several people that story,really cool!:)

[katrin-78]

I had funny situation in the plane.
I had a fliight to Germany I was very tired as the day before just arrived from another trip. I tryed to sleep in the plane but no chances. The guy who sited near snored too loud:becky: When the plane landed he finally woke up then looked at me and asked... Sorry, do you know where we are now?!:eek: I told sure:becky: - in Frankfort. He asked - in which country Frankfort is?!:eek:
Im a curious person so I asked him how happend that he received visa, bought tickets etc. took plane, finally arrived and has no idea in which country?! The answer reminded me well-known film - "My colleagues did everything for me and I forgot to ask":lol:

[krevedko]

I was on a business trip in Edi. My fist experience there was the language, I tried hard to be polite and well-mannered at first. Each time I didn't understand a word of what they were saying (100% of the time), i was going "Excuse me? or Pardon me?" By the end of the first hour of my stay in Scotland, those polite words were reducted to "WHAT?! :eek:"

Anyway, the trip was fun, maybe some details later, but on our last night in Edi we went on a bar crawl. Visited each and every bar in Edi. I already posted my pic on a monument, attached is a pic with Edi police :becky::becky:
(the story behind the pic is quite simple: after i didnt get arrested for my climb to the monumet and couple of more drinks, I was feeling pretty brave and invincible. When we were going from one pub to the next one we saw a couple а policemen on the street. I told my colleague i wanted a pic with them. He said: NO WAY! Scottish police is no London police who are used to posing with tourists, they'll freaking arrest you.
But there's no harm in trying, said I and went to the police.
-Excuse me sirs, but could i take a pic with you?
-No problem, answered the handsome one. Would you like to be handcuffed?
- Wow, yes, sure, if you promise to take'em off after, I answered :becky:
Like I said, the result is attached :becky:

I had a morning flight to London to meet my friend. Needless to say I woke up in the afternoon, couple o hours after my flight landed in London. There was no way to change the ticket, so I had to take a night bus from Edi to Lon...

to be continued...

[krevedko]

Di sometime when the time is right I wish you would tell the story again about your grandfather and his photos hanging on the back of the door. I told several people that story,really cool!:)

Keenan I wrote this story on LL forum, I will try to find it later and either repost it on GG or send you the link. But Now I've got to write Edi_Lon Part2, which is way too crazier than part 1.

[IamKeenan]

Same here, When I go somewhere I really want to blend in with the locals:lol:

[katrin-78]

I never war really attentive !:becky:
We were in London for business trip. My colleague asked me to go shop with him. He wanted buy a T-shirt for a present as I were only one who speak English from our delegation. For my justification I should say that that shop he had found long time before asking me to help him:) In the shop I translated his desire and the seller asked what size he need. He told me - XXL. So I translated back. You had to seen eyes of this seller:becky:
She looked at me and asked - "Sooo big child?! ":becky: As you understood my colleague brought me to chuldren clothes and I didnt really payed attention what was written on the signboard of that shop-section:becky:

[krevedko]

.. continued...

I arrived in London totally comatose as I never got any sleep on the bus. I called my friend and she asked me to hang about for several hours as she had an appointment in some embassy. So I left my luggage at a station and spent next 3 hrs walking about London. After I met my friend we took a train to Greenwich where she was living at that time. After we arrived at her place I told her I wanted us to have a quiet night in as I was extremely tired. We went to a shop to buy some food for dinner. Unfortunately they had a whole aisle filed with different beers with crazy names like Old Fart etc, which we found totally irresistible and had to get to try.

In the evening we finished our beers and dinner, and I said, "so are we goingt o bed now?", and she said 'But you wanted to see the Themes!" F*cking Themes, yeah, earlier on it seemed like a swell idea. So I said, is it far? she said, nope. I said, ok, then I'm not gonna change -- it's dark anyway, so whose gonna see me, -- so i left the house wearing a sweatshirt, jeans and DOG-SHAPED SLIPPERS!

She engaged an alarm, closed the door and went OH SHIT! The keys were left inside, with the other set in her husbands pocket who was sleeping happily at that time thanks to the time difference.

I spent next 5 mins on the lawn tryin hard to catch my breath. When I stopped laughing I realised we were in deep ... how to say... ah! trouble!
We considered our variants which included us quickly breaking the window, opening the door and running for our dear lives to the alarm to cancel it. Then we decided that such action plan might have resulted in us spending the night in a cosy place - police dept.

Next I had to climb ninja style over the fence in the backgarden and break through the rear door. Didn't work either, see the concerns above.

to be continued...

[Hoopy]

Changed my mind, your bonkers, your chucked!!!

[katrin-78]

Di, My stories are nothing in comarison with yours:becky::lol:
You had a really great experience!!!! :becky::becky::becky::becky::becky::becky:

[krevedko]

When we realized there was no way for us to get into the house we had to decide how to spend a cold april night in Grenwich. We didn't have any money on us, just mobile phones, and fortunately I had enough ciggies :)
I saw a girl walking fast (probably from some party) and talking over her mobile phone desperately trying her best posh Queens English accent.

So a strange creature in dog-shaped sleapers approached the girl and asked with a sinister Russian accent: "Xcuse me? We seem to have locked ourselves outa our house. Do you know any service that we could call to be let in?"

I can still see her... running away on her 9cm heels and shouting " I don't know! I would calll Nine Nine Nine!...."' Oh well, probably she was an intravert and didn't really want to communicate.

After that we saw the f*cking Thames. We tried to sleep on separate benches on the embankment that were 15 meters apart from each other, but for some reason we were struck by insomnia.

We spent next several hours walking around Greenwich trying to get warm. Fortunately in the morning we got to Sainsbury's. I love this shop! They had fantastic huge fans blowing hot air! We spent next hour near them warming up. An hour later McDonald's opened. We didnt have any money to afford coffee or food, but we got to use their bathroom and clean ourselves :becky:

An hour later my friend managed to get through to her husband, who called a locksmith. The guy arrived in 15 minutes and opened the door in 1 second using a piece of waxed paper.

And that was the end of our "quiet night in". :becky::becky::becky:

[sunontheway]

Di, My stories are nothing in comarison with yours:becky::lol:
You had a really great experience!!!! :becky::becky::becky::becky::becky::becky:

You haven't heard mine yet :becky:

[krevedko]

You haven't heard mine yet :becky:

We are waiting! :becky: That was the purpose of this topic - my feeble attempt to persuade myself that I'm not bonkers :becky::becky: Failing desperately so far :becky:

[krevedko]

BTW, the slippers I worn walking around Greenwich all night looked very similar to these:

http://www.pressies4princesses.co.uk/img/our-gifts/fun-novelty/fuzzydog-dog-slippers-sd.jpg

:becky::becky:

[krevedko]

Having slept for about 87 hrs after our night adventure we went to London.
We were walking along the streets, doing some shopping (in Carnaby Street I bought a crazy handbag in the shape of a watering can and imediately started using it).

Then it was time for us to go home, so we decided to have a quick pint for the road before getting on a train. We spotted a pub and went in. Probably the name should have warned us, but we were too thirsty :becky: Normally pubs in the UK have savage names like The Old Pirate and His Pet Monkey, or Dog and Another Dog, etc. The one we went in had a romantic name Half Way to Heaven.

As soon as were were inside we rushed straight to the bar, not taking in the suroundings. i put my handbag on the bar and asked for two pints. A handsome barman said to me coquettishly "I love you handbag, dear" following his words with extremely elegant wave of his well-manicured hand. First suspicions started creaping on us. Carefully we turned and looked at the public in the bar. The room was full with men only, some of them holding hands, some of them kissing passionately.

Lets get the f*ck outa here, my friend wispered to my ear eargently.*
I said, Oh come on, we've already ordered our pints. Just hold my hand and pretend you're madly in love with me :becky:

And by the way, wait for me, I need to go to the Ladies (they actually didn't have Men's room as I later found out).
NO! She screamed! Don't leave me alone here!
FFS! What can happen to you? It's not as if we're in a bikers bar wearing only shorts and tiny tops. These man don't even notice our presence.

But my friend can be a terrible prude sometimes, so she insisted on us finishing our pints in three gulps and leaving the scary place :becky:

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* you have to bear in mind, that we are just silly girls from a wild country named Russia. Gay movement hasn't gained its momentum here yet, lots of gays are still in the closet being eaten by moth. So for some of us they are as scary and incomprehendable as aliens :becky:

[krevedko]

ok, i can go on for ages, but will better give you a break from my delirious rumblings and a chance to tell your stories.

(coming up soon: Krevedko reported missing during her flight from Jo'burg to Capetown :becky:)

[Lucker]

I was a strapping eighteen year old on a school holiday in Italy . We were housed in a huge school and every West European nationality---- young men and their female counterparts --- seemed to be represented .
Sleeping arrangements were in dormatories and whilst the two sexes were rigorously segregated , the whole idea of being in proximity with the other species was new , exciting and wonderful .
Each evening we sat outside in the glorious sunshine chatting with friends and desperately trying to think of ways to get to know just one of what seemed like hundreds of beautiful young ladies --- none of whom seemed to speak English and were far too beautiful to approach anyhow .
This one particular evening I somehow managed to be at a table surrounded by girls but they all came from England and a part of England with a strange regional accent which somehow reduced their desirability . Not that this bothered me much, as just talking to someone of the opposite sex was an amazing event for the young and innocent Raymondo .
I brushed at a huge bee that had briefly settled on my neck and the foreign beast stung me .
Only much later was I told that it was a Hornet that had stung and incredibly straight into my blood stream .
Very quickly I went from feeling a little unwell to the point of losing all my strength and being almost unconscious . Somehow three of these magnificent young ladies managed to manhandle me into staggering to the administration area , and , once it was established that I was not simply drunk , I was pushed and shoved by my companions into an office which was full of nuns . There might have been only three or four but the only picture I retain is of a sea of nuns . And , of course , they were Italian nuns and , of course , they spoke Italian but not English .
I had never been unconscious before and I seem to remember being convinced that I was dying and that these Nuns were going to say a last Mass for me . I was , as we say , shitting myself privately but lost completely in my own world and in the last narrowing band of consciousness and life .
Then it happened .
I stood --- as it were ---in front of all of these Nuns ( dozens in my imagination ) and these three English young ladies who were there somewhere , even though I could no longer see them . Some of the Nuns got hold of me and in an instant my trousers were at my ankles and I was wearing no underpants .
That moment scarred the rest of my life but by now I had no control over my body and only had the power to make noises which nobody took any notice of .
My last moments of internal insanity now became focussed on a huge hyperdermic syringe that had appeared as if by magic . I would swear to you that it was 15- 20 cms long except now -- back in the real world -- I accept this is highly unlikely .
But the simple fact was that a strange woman wearing strange clothes was advancing on me carrying the biggest hypodermic in the world and it was obvious she was going to stick it somewhere personal .And I was wearing no pants , my trousers were at my ankles and everybody could see my little willy .
But I could not move though I preserved enough dignity to remember that I must not behave like a craven coward . Only God could have helped me not to scream .
And that ghastly apparition stuck that huge needle into me and the next hour was and is a blur.
My holiday had nosedived from brilliant through zero to minus a million .

[IamKeenan]

The room was full with men only, some of them holding hands, some of them kissing passionately.



I did something like that but I was by myself. When I worked for the police Dept I told a officer friend of mine about wanting to go to L.A. and he said let me call my friend Mike who had retired from the California Highway Patrol and he can show you around some. So sure enough I flew out there but could not hook up with Mike until a few days later. So I have landed and rented my Red Porsche 944 (The reason why that rental is another story about fulfilling a long time fantasy) Got to my hotel, showered and hit the streets of L.A. I didn't have a clue where to go so I was just driving(me and 10 million of my closest friends)Well I know to find a local rag (weekly entertainment newspaper) called L.A. Weekly and as I scanned the names of clubs one jumped out at me, The Rage! The basic description said '' If you are a single male looking for the exciting nights of L.A We are your club'' Hey sounds good to me! So I found it and already had a line outside and it wasn't dark yet. I jumped out and got in line and a guy in front of me started talking and I told him I just arrived wanted to party saw this and here I am. He said it's a cool place I come here a lot. So as I got inside and paid my 15 dollar cover charge I was walking to the bar still oblivious to my surroundings and got my drink,sit down and looked around. All of a sudden my brain slapped my face and said there are only guys in here!!!:lol: I stood in line longer than I was in the bar:lol: so Mr Coolness that is driving around in a Porsche has just spent 24 dollars to go in a gay bar only to turn around and leave.

But I did find somewhere to go and I got so drunk that I got lost and drove around for hours until I finally pulled off on a side street and passed out (very stupid) I woke up as the sun rose and noticed I was close to the interstate that would of put me home in no time.


But the trip was really cool and Mike was a great host who lived up in the Angeles National Forest near Azusa (that is the home of Rocky Dennis the boy with the disfigured face in ''Mask'') And Mike had a roommate named Hank that was just a old deadbeat California bum that tried to earn money panning for gold in the mountains. (See Photo) And we did find gold. :peace:

Hank on left and Mike

http://www.gogabber.com/picture.php?albumid=315&pictureid=5209

[belano4ka]

One day my friend and I decided to visit Poland....Nice country , friendly people...We had no troubles in communicating with them -- even with the zero knowledge of Polish language they could understand us and we could understand them since we spoke only Ukrainian there...
On the way back home my friend told me that it's better for us to catch a bus to the train station. well, to be frank it wasn't only one bus but several from our hotel to the station...
On my pleas "Can we catch the taxi?" She said that it was better for us to enjor the last days in Warsaw...Well, I agreed,....Needless to say that at the certain stage we got off the bus to early or too late or probably had caught a wrong bus...
Anyway, my proposition was let's catch a taxi..."No," was her answer "We better walk..."
Hungry ,thirsty, angry with the heavy backpack and ski poles ( no idea why I purchased them; by the way, it was summertime) we wondered on the streets of Warsaw...
I thought it was a good idea to ask local folks about the right direction...and here fun started...
For some, unknown to me, reason always understanding Polish people could not understand us...I don't know if my wild hair or the ski poles made the trick...
Finally, I saw one young guy..."That's it, " I though " If he doesn't know then we catch a taxi."
"Dzien dobry. " I said friendly
He just stared at me... I know my beauty was stricking at that moment
then I asked where the pociag was....I know that in Polish train is pociag...quite simmilar to Ukrainian potyag
So I said it how it is without thinking about the proper pronanciation....
He stared again....
My friend suggested me "Maybe you should show him?"
Good idea ! So here I am with the ski poles trying to make train sounds...
Humourless chap...he even didn't smile....despite the horrible laughter of my friend...
Then he put his hands in the pockets ...he apperently was looking for something...he retrived the cell phone
The friend was almost on the ground " Hahaha...He...is going to..." finally she managed to say " he
is going to call the madhouse..."
I admire his patience..he still was searching for something....Then he got the piece of paper and the pen out
and gave it to me....Picasso in me drew something that looked like train...
He explained how to get to the station and also drew the way to the train....but then he offered to drop
us off...Hell with it I thought...." I have my ski poles, if something happens I will .....I will...don't know
what was I thinking...."
He was very nice guy... he gave us his phone number...and we all became friends...and our next visits we were spending some time together...

[IamKeenan]

I have my ski poles He was very nice guy... he gave us his phone number...and we all became friends...and our next visits we were spending some time together...


Yeah and I bet he was thinking that he would like to show you girls his SKI POLE!!:lol:

[saprosky]

I arrived in Barcelona on a hot August day.
I took an underground train to get to my hotel. I had to change lines, which I did. After I changed, I got totally confused looking at the blinking lights opposite the names of the stations. I was trying to figure out whether they were reducing or increasing. Finally I came to the conclusion I was moving in the opposite direction and got out of the train, Unlike Moscow underground where all you need to do to change a train to go back is to cross the platform, in Barcelona you get out of a train, go up a flight of stairs (no elevators) wih your suitcase. Cross a street, go down into the station, pay again, get onto a train. I did that and in the second train I finally recognised how those lights worked. I was totally right about the direction... when I was in the first train :becky:
So on the next station I got out, up the stairs, across the street, down the stairs, pay, train :becky:


I dont know what line you took and what station, but almost all stations you can change direction without go out and without pay again. I think you came to Barcelona long time ago because now all stations have elevators and with one ticket you can take metro, bus and train without pay again (you validate ticket but dont pay). It's since 5-7 years ago.

But we have long conections between stations and you must walk and walk to change line. If you go from airport to the city, best option is bus or expensive taxi.

So next time tell me before coming :becky:

[belano4ka]

Yeah and I bet he was thinking that he would like to show you girls his SKI POLE!!:lol:

To my surprise he was just a good person and never mentioned about his ski poles :lol:

[8bigwheels]

i still cant forget the taste of jelly beer:rolleyes:

[krevedko]

I have already posted this on LL -- short summary of accidents taking place during my last vacation in Italy:

The holiday was fantastic, except for the fact that for me number 13 painted on our sun-umbrella seemed to be playing a significant role ))))
During my voliday I've:

1. Prepared a genuine espresso and poored it in the cups containing contact lenses of my friend (she'd forgotten the special case for them and had stored them in coffee cups overnight); It's a good thing I got stopped by her with my cap halfway to my mouth already, because as fas as I understood she was really keen on getting her lenses back at all means, and had I swallowed them I'd be in a serious trouble :eek: :becky:

2. Broke a couple of dishes and a glass,

3. Made another pot of coffee and poored it all over the kitchenette includind the white-washed wall,

4. Lost a bracelet in the sea,

5. Broke the mast of a windsurfer and had to cover the cost of its replacement. During my fall from the board I got my leg betwen the board and the rope, so it was severely burnt and bruised.

(numbers 3, 4 and 5 took place on the same day)

6. Went to surf, and halfway through to Albania (the opposite cost) the sail was ripped off its fixing by a gust of wind, so I had to swim all the way back to the shore pulling the board and the 'severed' sail behind me.

7. When we visited Lecce (a fantastic little town, so-called Southern Florence) we parked a car in one street and went sightseeing. Of course neither of us bothered to look up the name of the street we had parked in. So we spent an exiting hour in the evening trying to locate the car )))

8. Went horse-riding. It went well, and I was already wondering whether my luck has changed, but at the end of it, when we've already dismantled the horses one of them has stepped on me. Stilll have a small scar on my foot.

9. My friend was brushing her teeth too vigirously and broke her tooth. She went to a denist to fix it. Upon her return we were having dinner, her telling about the visit to the dental clinic and me laughing. Next minute I broke my tooth while eating cherries :eek:

To sum it up, it was a fantastic holiday and I was enjoing it tremendously :becky: But for some reason my friend kept addressing me as a "walking disaster" :becky:

[pouffe]

Having slept for about 87 hrs after our night adventure we went to London.
We were walking along the streets, doing some shopping (in Carnaby Street I bought a crazy handbag in the shape of a watering can and imediately started using it).

Then it was time for us to go home, so we decided to have a quick pint for the road before getting on a train. We spotted a pub and went in. Probably the name should have warned us, but we were too thirsty :becky: Normally pubs in the UK have savage names like The Old Pirate and His Pet Monkey, or Dog and Another Dog, etc. The one we went in had a romantic name Half Way to Heaven.

As soon as were were inside we rushed straight to the bar, not taking in the suroundings. i put my handbag on the bar and asked for two pints. A handsome barman said to me coquettishly "I love you handbag, dear" following his words with extremely elegant wave of his well-manicured hand. First suspicions started creaping on us. Carefully we turned and looked at the public in the bar. The room was full with men only, some of them holding hands, some of them kissing passionately.

Lets get the f*ck outa here, my friend wispered to my ear eargently.*
I said, Oh come on, we've already ordered our pints. Just hold my hand and pretend you're madly in love with me :becky:

And by the way, wait for me, I need to go to the Ladies (they actually didn't have Men's room as I later found out).
NO! She screamed! Don't leave me alone here!
FFS! What can happen to you? It's not as if we're in a bikers bar wearing only shorts and tiny tops. These man don't even notice our presence.

But my friend can be a terrible prude sometimes, so she insisted on us finishing our pints in three gulps and leaving the scary place :becky:

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* you have to bear in mind, that we are just silly girls from a wild country named Russia. Gay movement hasn't gained its momentum here yet, lots of gays are still in the closet being eaten by moth. So for some of us they are as scary and incomprehendable as aliens :becky:
Why scary place???:confused:

[IamKeenan]

Diana I think you live by Murphy's law!!!!
:becky:

"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.":lol::eek:

[saprosky]

So next time tell me before coming :becky:
I am quoting myself.
After reading all your travelling misfortune adventures, please dont tell me if you come back to Barcelona:jaw:

[krevedko]

I am quoting myself.
After reading all your travelling misfortune adventures, please dont tell me if you come back to Barcelona:jaw:

Chicken :becky::becky:

[saprosky]

Diana I think you live by Murphy's law!!!!
:becky:



I think she is Murphy :lol:

[krevedko]

I think she is Murphy :lol:

Nope. I am his in-law :becky:

[Hoopy]

First time I went to Ukraine was to see Celtic play Shakhtar Donetsk, while I was there I met some guys from St Pauli C.S.C and Darlinton and Teeside C.S.C and we'd been there for a week.

The last night we were there we decided to go to a club, it's name was Virus:eek: and when we went in there was some Ukrainian popstar singing. She decided she'd like us up on the stage with her as we all had Celtic tops on, we were all dancing behind her and the crowd were going crazy, she thought it was her singing but hadn't realised one of the boys had his kilt in the air and even though he was English he was a true Scotsman. :rolleyes:

After that the bouncers came up to us and we thought we were getting thrown out but the Shakhtar team were upstairs and wanted pics with us :lol:

After the club we decided to head for a 24 hour bar, the Golden lion and while we were there decided that since we were all leaving next day we should drink Nemiroff with honey and peppers as we'd managed to avoid it all week. Then we all left to go to our hotels as the flights the next day was at 3pm.

I woke up next day in a panic and realised I'd missed the flight so rushed to the airport only to find everyone else had missed the flight too, it must have taken off almost empty. :lol:

That was one of the least exciting football trips :becky:

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[krevedko]

This is actually a sad story, turned by some people’s stupidity and ineptitude into a farce.

When I went to South Africa for the first time I decided to extend my stay there and after attending a meeting in Johannesburg I boarded a plane to Cape Town for a 3 day vacation. I asked a girl from the office to book a taxi to take me from the airport to my hotel.

I was sitting in the first row of the cabin pleasantly chatting with a nice English lady. 15 minutes after take-off a stewardess made an announcement. She asked whether there was a doctor among the passengers. I turned to the old biddy and said “Gosh! I hope it’s not for the pilot!” I don’t know why but since then she didn’t say a single word to me till the end of the trip.

Anyway, there actually was a doctor onboard and he was taken to the back of the plane where one of the passengers was having problems. Some time later another message was given to us: they said that the doctor didn’t have required medicine to help the passenger who was having a heart attack, so we are taking an emergency landing in Bloomfontaine where an emergency unit will be waiting for us. The plane landed, the medical crew got onboard, but unfortunately it was too late and the passenger has passed away. We were told that we had to wait the arrival of police representatives who were going to document the incident and take the body off the plain after which we would proceed to Cape Town. All passengers went very sad and somber, nobody was speaking, we were just waiting for the police. They arrived soon and some time later the pilot announced that we were ready for take-off. 5 mins later another announcement was made: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I know it might not sound too good, but our take-off shall be delayed again, as the police who took the body away FORGOT TO TAKE THE PICTURE OF THE BODY the way they found it. So we will let you out of the plane, the police will bring the body back to make a picture, and after that we will be able to continue our flight.” :eek::eek::eek:

Thus a tragic incident became a stupid farce. Maybe it’s not nice to laugh in such situation, but the picture our imaginations drew of policemen messing around with a dead body, bringing it back and forth, repositioning the body in the chair, making pics, seemed to us quite ridiculous.

I was lying on my back in the grass on the airfield smoking my fag, and was trying to think of a way to let my taxi know of the flight’s delay as I didn’t have their number. I was making calls to different people trying to get hold of the girl who booked my taxi. I told them that somebody died on the plain and due to this it was being delayed.
Anyway, you know how Chinese whispers work – by the time I finally arrived to Cape Town half of the office new that I died on board of the plain, others were suspecting that the plain crushed, and those who knew me well claimed I was the one who caused it to crush. :becky:

[sunontheway]

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I know it might not sound too good, but our take-off shall be delayed again, as the police who took the body away FORGOT TO TAKE THE PICTURE OF THE BODY the way they found it. So we will let you out of the plane, the police will bring the body back to make a picture, and after that we will be able to continue our flight.” :eek::eek::eek:


You must be joking :lol:

[krevedko]

You must be joking :lol:

NOOO! 100% serious. ask Wolfie, he'll confirm to you that crazy things like this happen in africa pretty often

[Lonewolf74]

Yep...pretty much...

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V.:becky:

[sunontheway]

We are waiting! :becky: That was the purpose of this topic - my feeble attempt to persuade myself that I'm not bonkers :becky::becky: Failing desperately so far :becky:

After some stories I am not sure about myself too :becky:

PART ONE. England.

Last year my friend and me visited England.

It was a nice pleasant trip untill we got the airport at our way back. We had quite enough time before the flight and I said: "Alex, it's not good that you fly back to your girlfriend having no presents from England. You should bring her something, let's go and find something nice for her"

So we went to a perfume shop and here our nightmare beggins because while we were sniffing nice little bottles with liquid, our plane had been packed with passengers and the boarding closed.

I bet you never had such special feelings when you look at your beautiful plane through big airport windows and can do nothing.

I didn't get it how we missed the plane together with the other eight passengers. The only idea was that it was storm weather in London in the morning and canceling earlier flights they started "to push" by evening.

Anyway. We had to get new tickets quickly. I quite liked British Airways... before they offered us a price of £1000 for a one-way ticket. At this exact moment I decided to ban them forever, we didn't have such money.

We rushed to EasyJet in hope to fly through Tallinn and to take a bus from there. They had much better prices and we could fly immediately and alleluia we had our Shengen visas and Estonia already joined the Shengen zone but wait a minute... they accept Shengen visas, yes, but not at airport points yet! Damn!

The last chance was Ryanair to fly to Tampere in Finland and to take a taxi from there. We collected all our cash and bought tickets for the next day.

Next thing was to care about sleeping. In a brochure at info desk we found a guest house close by and I called them. Next hour and a half we were running around parking, tried to understand at what point those people want to pick us up and they tried to understand how we look like, the connection was really bad (and honestly I think those people were a bit strange). Bloody cold wind, me exhausted, at the end I said: "Let's jump into any car what looks suspicious enough to us" and here he came.

A little old man looked exactly like Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit. He tried to be friendly and talked all the way. He asked many questions, though I think he forgot them immediately and asked them in a few minutes again. I started worrying that at the end of our ride he would turn his grey head to us and asked: "Oy! Who are you and what are you doing in my car?!"

Anyway the room was fine and this was exactly what we needed.

In the morning we discovered that the house was in the forest and there was no such word as "transport" there. I asked Bilbo Baggins to think something up. He thought for a minute and then said: "Oke-e-e-e-y...
you come with me". Alex and me swallowed our watery part of the breakfast quickly, put eggs and
apples in pockets and jumped in Bilbo Baggins's car. We visited hospital, drag store, shop, hospital again and something that looked like a garage to me from aside. Yes, in few hours we arrived at airport. We still had plenty hours before our flight.

PART TWO. Finland.

This time we didn't go shopping of course and in fact were the first passengers for the flight. Our neighbours were two big Finnish ladies and we spent time chatting with them.

I have to say that we called our friends the day before and asked them to find a taxi who would pick us up from Tampere. It was not enough time, so they could find somebody who agreed to take us only in Helsinki.

Our flight should arrive at 11 pm in Tampere and we should get Helsinki by 3 am somehow where we will find our driver. That was an exciting perspective to have a nice night.

Anyway before we boarded, our driver sent an sms to Alex to confirm that he is driving to Helsinki and will wait for us there.

But at the moment we arrived to Tampere and switched our phones on, Alex said that his phone couldn't find the net.

To my great disappointment there was no any taxi what would bring us to Helsinki (sometimes they are waiting for passengers there) and I told Alex that these two big ladies are our last chance. I do not know what we reproduced on our faces but they took us with them.

Their friend was meeting them on his car. So the biggest lady took the first seat. The second lady, me and a suitcase took the back seats and as Alex was a slim young fellow, we put him on our knees. Fortunately
the trip to the lady's car was not too long.

Unbelivable but at 3 am we were at the centre of Helsinki. Do you think it's the end of the story? No, the sh*t only beggins.

As I said before Alex's phone couldn't find the net and the driver didn't know my number. I tried to get him from my phone but he was unavaliable all the time.

Cold. Snow. Night. Everything is closed except f*cking McDonalds with drunk people. Since 3 to 5 am we were sitting at McDonalds among very drunk and vomiting Finnish people, leaving sms and voice messages to our driver.

One moment I told Alex to go out and to watch any Russian car on the square. He said that there was nothing alike, just one car passed with Russian numbers but he was late to stop it and he is sure "it was
not him anyway".

So at 5 we moved to the bus station and waited for the first bus which starts services at 9.

Belive it or not but when only we crossed the border, Alex's phone started working and we got numerous sms from our driver, saying "I am at the square. My car is (exactly what Alex saw)", "Where are you?"... and I bet he got our multiplay messages as well. I think at this time the driver got his first lesson that he
shouldn't forget about his Russian sim-card when he changes it for the Finnish one.

PART THREE. Home.

Alex missed very important events at his work and he said to his boss that our flight was canceled because of the storm. His girlfriend will probably never know that her perfume costed us additional 670 euros.

This year Alex said he had not enough budget for a trip :becky:

[krevedko]

I arrived in Paris, Charles De Gaulle Airport and needed to get to the RER trainstation to get into town. I have to say I don't speak French, I tried learning it myself using some books for a while, but couldn't talk freely at all. Anyway, I needed to get to RER and didn't know which way to go. So I exited the terminal and saw a guy walking towards me and asked him:
Excusez-moi, monsieur. Ou es le RER?
He explained how to get there and strangely enough I understood his directions. So I said Merci and was about to leave, when he said that I could also take a free shuttle there.
I was in a mood for a walk and wanted to strech my legs a bit after several hours of sitting in the plane, so I turned to him with a beautiful smile and said:

Non, merci, je voudrais ALLER A LA PECHE! :becky:

You should have seen the face of the poor fellow. Words Oh Those Crazy Russians !! were clearly written on it. Indeed, what sane person would want to go fishing in the airport!

The thing is I confused the phrase "aller a pied" (to walk) with "aller a la peche" (to go fishing), as the latter sounds pretty similar to Russian verb 'to walk'.

When I realized my mistake I had to spent several fiew minites sitting on my suitcase, laughing like mad and trying hard to catch my breath. Since that I decided to totally ignore the fact that the French prefer to pretend not to understand any English, and never tried talkin French to them again.

[pouffe]

Next time i'll cross the way of a russian i'll only invite her to go to fish without me!

[Lucker]

I was refused entry at Domededevo for re-using a single visit Visa .I have told the yarn a couple of years ago but from the perspective of how I still blagged my way in , though I obviously had to produce some cash !
This time I will tell you what I had to endure .
Firstly , I was really angry and a little concerned , because the Visa was totally in Russian and no one spoke a word of English --- Passport control /Immigration . I could not work out what offence I had committed . Secondly , I never wear a watch or carry a mobile . I detest both items , though the mobile would have helped me on that occasion .
I was told I would be taken somewhere for the night and I assumed -- at worst --- it would be something like a Bed and Breakfast .
Instead , about three hours later and now with five other assorted people , we were escorted round the airport perimeter to a building which I believed -and stll do - was used as a Flight Control Centre . It was also most definitely used as the building where a certain group of Airport workers started and finished their shifts ( you will see why later ).
The building was actually a glorified shed and we were given the run of the reception area which had metal benches that had non movable arm rests so that you could sleep in a sitting position but you could not stretch out .
We were neither fed or given anything to drink for hours .
Not surprisingly I assumed command and informed the Russians , who spoke no English , that if we were not fed and watered I personally would start World War Three . My verbal onslaught was aimed almost exclusively at the " Boss" who sat in a side office chatting to the planes that were presumably landing and taking off .
I left them with a very firm impression that I was a lunatic and would run amok if further provoked .
When we had arrived , we found there was a peasant woman present with more scruffy luggage than two of me could carry . Through one of the other prisoners we found out she was a near 80 year old Georgian peasant who had come to Moscow to see her son . Her problem was that she had been allowed to fly two days before her Permit was marked out for . She claimed she had received no food in two days and had drunk water from the toilet area sink .
As a result of my manic behaviour we eventually got in- flight plane meals which had clearly been reheated for the second time . And . Between the six of us we were given one three litre plastic bottle of orange fizzy !
The Bastards .
Being a seasoned International traveller , I had my Daily Telegraph with me . When I had memorised it in total and finished the crossword puzzles , I got ready for bed .
I pitched it behind the row of metal benches and used my newspaper as a mattress on the concrete floor which was dirty . I used clothes from my luggage as a makeshift blanket and pillow and eventually fell asleep , despite people coming in and going out and the lights being " On " permanently .
It was unpleasant and surreal .
I awoke suddenly at dawn in the half light and the room was full of airport employees in uniform and standing in rows like army personnel .
Later I found my fellow prisoners had been turned outside into the cold , dark , morning air but either I had not been noticed or ignored because I was fast asleep .
The Shift Officer was shouting and screaming and I was sorely tempted to stand up , tell him to shut up and leave me to sleep .
But I just sat up , remained hidden and watched in disbelief .
From what I could work out from gestures and voice tone and what I was later told , two shift emplyees were missing. The Shift Officer -- a certain Joseph Stalin -- refused to end the shift until this couple were located . He sent out scouts to track them down . But all the time he kept up a level of hate and invective that had only one International message .
Eventually everybody appeared , Stalin had his last few rubles of screaming and everybody departed without one single word of protest by anybody on the shift .
It wa truly an amazing dream . Except it was real .
.

[krevedko]

I don't know... I had a quick acquaintance with the police in Domodedovo, but they were extremely polite and civil even though I kept talking to them in English as I thought I was still in Barcelona :becky::becky::becky:

[paddedcell]

Many, many, many…:hmm: (lightbulb)…many years ago…I was lucky enough to go on a Mediterranean Cruise for three weeks…with 30 or so fellow pupils from my School… (It was arranged by the local Education Authority and I later found out that this kinda thing was being done by many Authorities around the whole of the UK…) It was classed as an ‘educational’ trip…touring many historical Countries and sites around the Med…

Of course we were all soooo excited! :) For most, it was the first o’seas trip they’d ever had…and it was my first…’on my own’… You know that phrase…”even a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”? Well…in the context of this massive trip my ‘first step’ didn’t really go too well… My Mum…had packed me some ‘travel sweets’ (glucose) “incase you feel sick” :rolleyes: and…as I was feeling sick (probably a mixture of nerves & excitement) whilst sitting on the coach…still in the School car park…I decided to have one of the sweets… Unfortunately for me…it was from the orange flavoured pack (my Mum had bought me three different flavoured packs) and it was lovely… Before the coach left the car park…I’d eaten three… By the time we’d got to Newport (some 10 miles from Cardiff) I’d eaten and shared all three packs…and started throwing up as we crossed the Severn Bridge… :puke:

I’d just about stopped throwing up when we reached Southampton on the South Coast of England…where we were boarding our Cruise ship the ‘SS Uganda’ (a few years later commandeered for troop-transportation to the Falklands)…and sailing off into the sunset…

Our first port of call was Split in (the then) Yugoslavia…

I still remember how we all giggled uncontrollably as we set foot on the dockside and first noticed the huge ‘TITO’ (on one of the mountains overlooking Split…in big white letters…’Hollywood’ style) coz it had the word ‘tit’ in it… :becky:

So…off we went…hundreds of kids…heading off in their groups of friends…to begin exploring Split…which looked absolutely lovely…and still does… :cool: We stayed on the dockside for a while…soaking up the sights…the smells…it was an amazing feeling… As it was a beautiful sunny day too…with hardly a cloud in the sky…I thought it would be a good idea to take a few pics…with my brand-spanking-new camera…a bit like this one…but mine was all silver…

http://www.kodak.com/US/images/en/corp/kodakHistory/Instamatic.gif

Took a few pics of Split…spreading up the hills…away from the dock…and a few of the boats tied up in the docks too…and then thought :light: “I’ll get one of our ship!”… It gleamed so brightly white in the sun…and the hull shimmered and flashed from the sea…

So…I looked at the ship through my camera… Damn…only half of it in the frame… Took a few steps backwards… Better…but still not all of it… A couple more steps back… Almost…just that little bit not quite in shot… One more backwards step…

The next thing I remember is watching my beloved camera…silver spiralling down to the bottom of the sea…and me trying to say something like “oh shit” which came out like “blooba-looba-loob” underwater…

The next thing I remember after that is standing on the dockside…coughing and spluttering…after being hauled outta the water by a couple of local fishermen… I'd fallen straight down into the water...between a fishing trawler and the dockside... But you know the first thing I thought? Not that I could’ve died (not a strong swimmer…especially if unable to touch the bottom with my head still above water!) but “oh no…my Mum’s gonna kill me”… :eek:

So…off I squelched…dripping my way back to the ship to get changed… :)

“What happened to you?” asked the starched white uniformed guard at the top of the ships gangway…

“I fell…splutter…in the dock…cough…Sir”

Anyway…aside from that…the rest of our couple of days in Split were fairly uneventful… Apart from the time one of my friends bought and fired a starting pistol in the market square in Split and we were surrounded by Army and Police and forced to lay on the cobbles…

Ah…the joy of youth…it still lives on in me! :):):)

[belano4ka]

ok, here is my story....

while i was on one of my escapade around the coast of the "mediterranean sand pit"... prsuaing my crazy interest in ancient castle hunting.. i had the notion of going into syria and having a quick look at some of the castles in that area... alepo, crac de chaverliers ...

well, i had entered jordan took a quick look at jerash and proceeded toward the syrian boarder... i was suprised that they carry people so far in taxis.. and charge not so much to do so .

i paid for the visa into syria and proceeded towards damascus... i had recently read the book seen the movie about eli cohen - the most famous ??? israeli spy who went into syria..but was caught and hanged... I was thinking this would be a nasty end for my career of "spying" too...:eek:.. i arrived in damascus and found a room to stay in. dumped my stuff and proceeded to have a look around damascus... the old city... but it wasn't what i thought it would be ... like other old cities... jerash... or jerusalem... this little kid in a army uniform asked me what i was doing.. i said looking around old city. he said follow me, i should you 'bab sharkie' - the gate where 'st.paul' (?) .. a jew !!! had been??? let out of a window... /? ? acording to the guide book. Well little boy in uniform disappeared... phew , i thought.. i won't be arrested for being israeli spy... g( gulp! ... eli chohen ..eli cohen .. eli cohen...). i walked around the out side of the old city wall.. trying not to get run over by traffic... i entered back into the old city's perimeter and started looking around the market areas ... i was walking along minding my own business when out of the left field i noticed another white person!!! flip ! i thought... another honkie! he looked like a swiss tourist.. skiing type - with white hair, sun glasses and touristy looking. I thought maybe he'd just come back from a ski trip on the golan heights or something. I started talking to him...forgetting that there are syrian 'undercover' agents watching the foreigner's every move.! :rolleyes:... he said he was from a village close by.. ??!?!?!?! and was staying aunty's place... (huh???) .. a likely story.. i then started to assemble another paranoic spy senario in my mind...that he was from russia and was one of their under-cover agents...:eek: . well we walked around an talked a bit..he said his people had left caucasia years and years ago.. escaped from the russian onslaught..i think it was the 100 year? war ?? Anyway, he told me how they had escaped and settled in parts of syria. Very interesting,... He invited me back to his aunty's place for a meal..flip, i accepted. But before we went i said i need to change money... so he took me to a bank to change money... now the trouble starts... on the way to bank i saw a book in a shop window...it had a wolf on the cover in howling position and a star of david for a head... i stopped and back tracked and did a double take...hmmmm , i thought.. propaganda... This ! was a big mistake.. . I asked him if i should look at the book . he didn't like that idea...so we continued onto the bank.. Just before we got to hte bank one of these "informers" revealed himself... Just 'somne dude' came out of no whee and asked my new found friend what he was doing,.. He just said that i wanted to know where a bank was and that he was asssiting me in finding one, to change some money...
well , when i got out of the bank, my friend was there and waiting to take me to his aunty's place. we walked a fare way and arrived at a little non-descript building down one of those narrow crampt alley ways. We went in and he said for me to sit in the little lounge and wait. He went into the kitchen and arranged for his aunty to make us a meal, He said in a few days there would be a wedding and that i could come along if i wanted,. Prima!!!! this would be fantastic, i thought,... it was in the ancient traditions of ??? caucaus...??? wow.
we were sitting and talking fro a while when there was a knock at the door... in marched a "sergant" from the .. police force??? my friend took him into the kitchen to see his aunty.. he came back and sat in silence.. there was yelling and loud talking... i could make out the words 'newzealandie new zealandie...' blah blah blah:blah:
gulp!
my friend went away and came back... and went away again..
he adventually came back... to the lounge.. and said the military police man thinks you are a spy ... flip! by now images of eli cohen were racing through my head!!! me hanging from the gallows pole.... flip.!!! time to fly... well he said to me to leave...and he would assist me in finding a bus ...to somewhere...else. i thought now was my chance to go to crac de chaviliers castle up north.. from damascus... a bit..
well we made our way through the night and arrived at a bus "depot" ..thingy... usual chaos found in that region of the world.. he got me a seat on the bus and showed me which bus and then said good bye. flip.. i felt so bad..just got him and his family in the poo over silly book. ( i always wonder what happened to this guy and his family)... i got on the bus and sat at the front thinking i would ask the driver where and when to get off. i kept my rucksacks by my side... taking up a bit of room. soon the bus was full... and we were goign to leave?? then suddenly , before we did these 3 boarded the bus and said something to the people sitting oposite me and motioned them to move down tthe back of the bus.. flip! i thought... eli cohen eli cohen eli cohen ..gulp! they were well dressed.. like different than the other people on the bus ..nice shirts ... professional??? looking... worried, i was!!!! we started off on the journey. one of them asked me a few questions.. where you going , what you doing... the one oposite me kept looking at me and my bags... flip. spy spy spy:spy:.... flip seemed ages and probably was before we made any progress towards our destination. the bus was emptying.. i had dozed off a couple times as iut was getting quite late.. ..different people appeared and disappeared ...from siting around me ... i moved down the back of the bus!!! away from the "white shirts". there were students down there... i started to takk to one. He said he would he wpould show me to a hotel in crac de... I was great full... for this and for a distraction.. we finally got of the bus and i followed him throught he night.. we got to the hotel.. he showed me in . the propriotor said 178 pounds for one night. i couldn't make up my mind.. but adventually i took the room. i gave him 200 pounds.. and got no change, 'sorry we have no change'.. come back in the morning... It seemed like my "white shirts" had disappeard in to the wood work... i was free of them!! yaaaaa. he showed me to the room and showed toilet .. etc.. so i got in the pint sized room and sat on the bed.. thinking that it was a bit of a worry,.. that i still had israeli shekels with me!!!!! flip flip flip!
well i lay there ... and suddenly the yelling started again !!! flipin eck! they had followed me !!! it wasn't just my 'white shirt' imagination...working over time after seeing an eli cohen movie... flip. i dared to open the door a little .. and listened... stepped out a few paces and tried to listen to the words echoeing up the stair well... flip... sur eenough... 'new zealandie new zealnadie...' again.. sounded like the hotel proprioter was getting a bollicking for letting me stay there????? flip.
i raced back to my room.. locked the door and lay on the bed. soonn. there was a knock on the door... flip.. they're coming to interrogate...flip... israeli shekels,... eli cohen... israeli shekels.. aaaah! i thought i 'd better open the door.. .. and see who it was . expecting a white shirt.. ..i opened... NO. it was just the hotel worker... he sat on the chair and motioned for me to open my bag.. he didn't speak englisch! i opened it. pulled my walkman out...with the hebrew music and other music on it... he started playing the music and going through my bag. he was pullng out clothes. i tried to 'assist' in this activity. he pointed to his feet.. maybe wanting socks??? or making out that he wanted something for his feet. maybe my jandels??? well he sat and looked and rumagaed... for an eternity.. then he left.!!! i quickly closed the door and lay on the bed and ..switched the light out...!! never to open the door again!!! was lying there listening to the night time noises,.. constant beeeping of cars and yelling and yahooing out side , downon the street below.. i looked up and could see the light - a long flourescent one , could be a good place to hide those shekels... flip. what if they came in and searched the room... flip. no good.. what about swallowing them?? .. naa bad idea.. they might sift throught the faecies... boy the imagination does run riot... eli cohen again... flip... broad cast on television... gallows pole..

[belano4ka]

well there was another knock on the door! no way!! i was not going to answer that door ever again!! in my life!! never! i waitied ...another knock...Naaff off! .... i thought. soon there was nothing... just those ruddy cars and yahooing out side the window...on the street below... i thought maybe the men in white shirts were stirring up the yahoos so i wouldn't get any sleep. well i finally fell asleep .. for ?? an hour?? maybe? i woke up in the morning light.. at last...should i go to the castle or run for the boarder...?? flip dilemma .. flip. i thought better to behave like tourist,,, aliviate ssuspicions... ?
so i got up and went down stairs.. looked in the room where the hotel manager had been..flip. i thought better get my change from the 200 pounds..... flip.
i saw one of the white shirts asleep on the couch!!! aaaah. went back up the stairs. grabbed the bags and took off to the bus stop . i didn't know what to do ... boarder or castle, boarder ...castle.. finally.. castle !!! so off i went on the bus heading to the castle... i got there and walked across the busy road and yup the hill to the castle. no one following me... flip. hope not. tiem to deal with the israeli shekels!!! i grabbed them out of my bag and started throwing them down holes? in the ground...tunnels.. any where , hoping that white shirts wouldn't find them... finally got rid of them. made sure other 'tourists ' didn't see me... made my way to the place where bus could be caught back to damascus... and then to the boarder. worriedly i moved along waiting for the white shirts to apear from no where. managed to catch a bus to damascus. wondered what happened to my 'friend' from caucaus mountains..
i got a taxi to jordan... worring all the time... would they stop me at the boarder>>> captured.. interogation???? i got to the passport checking area.. they stamped my passport... i got in the car and we went through...to jordan ! i was free!!!!

[krevedko]

Cool story, Belanochka. I have several questions though.

Who is Flip - that's the name of your BF?

Did he actually realize how irresponsible he was burying Israeli coins in a Syrian archaeological site? Archaeologists of the future will be extremely confused when they find these coins. :eek: :becky:

[belano4ka]

Cool story, Belanochka. I have several questions though.

Who is Flip - that's the name of your BF?

Did he actually realize how irresponsible he was burying Israeli coins in a Syrian archaeological site? Archaeologists of the future will be extremely confused when they find these coins. :eek: :becky:

Flip....is like fook or something similar to "oh, boy"

:lol: .... It will be a sign that silly New Zealand tourist was there ; or perhaps that Syria belonged to Israel...WWIII here we go...

[krevedko]

I went to Turkey for holiday with my friend. We were staying in a small resort town of Kemer, as we were more interested then in partying than in attending nice secluded beaches. Every night we were leaving our hotel to go to a night club to dance. On our way to clubs there was an old and small amusement park with about 3 different rides, and every time we were going in there for a ride. We liked to take one in the shape of a boat going up-down, up-down, pretty high.

One evening we paid our fare as usual and sat in the boat waiting for it to start moving. We noticed that the guy in charge of those rides looked a bit strange that night: he had red eyes, and his movements were quite funny. Apart from us there were three other people on the ride: two guys, one of which looked pretty drunk, and a child maybe 6 or 7 years old.

The ride began. Normally it lasts about 3 minutes. After 5 mins we realized that something strange was going on. The boat was in full motion for 5 mins..6 mins.. 7 mins and it didn't really look as there was anyone planning to stop it - the doped mechanic was nowhere to be seen :eek: :becky:

15 mins later after our ride began the scene looked as follows: a child crying and screaming at the top of his lungs, one guy trying to calm the kid down, the other (drunk) guy threatening to vomit, two russian girls laughing their heads off with one of them (me) being slightly worried, trying to remember physics lessons from school and calculate the trajectory the puke would have in case the drunk guy kept his promise.

Eventually the mechanic turned up and switched the ride off. When it stopped we got out of it and had to stand still for a while grabbing some support and waiting for the earth under our feet to stop moving. The b*stard had a cheek to say that as he'd extended our ride to give us more enjoyment he was hoping us to be generous and give him some bakshish. :becky::becky::becky:
But cruel girls as we were we told him to uck off and unsteadily proceeded to a night club.

[belano4ka]

Robbery a la New Zealand .

The first time I visited New Zealand ( only for about 4.5 weeks )I really enjoyed my stay. A friend of mine told me that there was an opportunity to work one day a week at the private owned little shop. "Great!" I thought I did need extra cash and work wasn't hard at all (well, based on her description anyway) . All what I had to do was to take money for the purchased newspapers, milk and ice-cream....She told me that there will be another person working with me --oh, good I thought. However, there was one disadvantage -- I had to start at 5.00pm and finish at 11.00pm (bloody closing time) also I had to work on Saturday. "Oh, well." I thought I still had the rest of the week to enjoy the scenery... My very first day was a tad boring; although, I was lucky to work with one Scottish girl . She was a uni student and worked only weekends; she was funny and always made jokes , but I could not understand most of them ( I wonder if she was laughing at me or with me) ...
The next week came...
Shift is boring and only fun was when drunk Rugby fans came in and wanted to buy alcohol (since their team lost ), but instead said that milk will do ...
It was almost closing time and she asked me to go and turn the lights off .... I disappeared ... There were several switches including big red one ( on the top of that button was written " Don't you dare !!!" Hell with it ! I had no idea which switch to turn off so I decided to go back and ask her...
I was walking through the shelves and finally came to the are of the counter...To my surprise the cash register was open and Scottish girl was putting all cash into the bag ( By the law we have to do what we are told for own safety and not try to stop the robber)..There was another person standing with the knife in the hand he/she ( at that moment I didn't know the sex of that person) turned to me and said this is robbery....
Ok...later on I thought I had to svream or cry or I don't know panic and ask not to kill me....but I laughed.... Yes, I know it is silly but when I saw his ( by the voice I realised that it was a guy) masked face a started to laugh.... It was some kind of dirty blue sock over his face ...."What a freak ." I thought .... I guess his mask should scare me but I was standing there laughing my head off...Yeah....very silly ...then I thought that he probaly a sicko so I shut my mouth...He turned to the girl and said put the smokes in the bag as well... Damn, I cannot believe she said " You know, smoking is bad for you," but put smokes into the bag...then he grabbed the bag and yelled " It was nice meeting you girls." and ran away...
We closed the door and rung the police...
We spent hours at the police station giving the evidence...However, since the shop had few security cameras I had to explain to constables why I actually laughed....I was explaining it several times to different people....Blust...
In the end the was caught-- and yes < surprise> it was his first robbery...I swear now I will never laugh-- who knows how it could to end up...

After that I thought that I will never come to NZ ever again, but here I am again...:)

[IamKeenan]

Default my BF story...a tad long,though....
ok, here is my story....



Great story bela. And it proves what I already knew and that is there is no way I could go to a place like that and survive because the first time someone started following me or getting into my business I would Mother Fook them up one side and down the other.. And you can't do that in a country that already does not like Americans.

But I got to say you are a brave little thing for accepting such invitations from strangers. But I'm sure you knew what you were doing and your instinct told you it was ok:becky:

[Koshka]

I was refused entry at Domededevo for re-using a single visit Visa .I have told the yarn a couple of years ago but from the perspective of how I still blagged my way in , though I obviously had to produce some cash !
This time I will tell you what I had to endure .
...
It wa truly an amazing dream . Except it was real .
.

Shame.

Shooting the biography of Ramon Spielberg transferred action to America :(

http://www.newhouse.org.ua/uploads/posts/1182771910_terminal.jpg

http://www.oreltv.ru/forum/photoplog/images/4182/medium/2_kinopoisk.ru-.jpg

[krevedko]

Okay.. my crasiest holiday experience should be soon.... this March.. in Moscow.. I am going to meet Di and spend day or two together.. :becky:

still waiting by the way :biggrin:

[Ashtoreth]

Originally Posted by elane-ellie
Okay.. my crasiest holiday experience should be soon.... this March.. in Moscow.. I am going to meet Di


still waiting by the way :biggrin:


I suggest you look at the date of the original post prior to succumbing to necroposting. For god's sake, the person who asked the question might be dead already.......

Do you think he (or she) still exists? :smoke:

[krevedko]

Do you think he (or she) still exists? :smoke:

If he/she had perished (to my deepest anguish, of course) then they probably have Internet in Heaven cause he/she just answered to me under Ashtoreth alias. :deadhorse:

[herry]

This tread just awesome, i had read it all morning, because I love it.
Actually something like this had never happend to me before...

[Ashtoreth]

If he/she had perished (to my deepest anguish, of course) then they probably have Internet in Heaven cause he/she just answered to me under Ashtoreth alias. :deadhorse:

She would give you a sign but at the moment she is on the other planet, watching odd landscapes :rolleyes:
Somewhere here..;)